Chastity Fiction Novels & Stories

Shhh," Vi murmured, her voice a low rumble that sent shivers down Caitlyn's spine. Her fingers traced lazy patterns over Caitlyn's bare skin, igniting sparks wherever they touched. Caitlyn lay back on the table, the cool surface a stark contrast to the heat building between them. The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing across their bodies as they shed the last of their clothes, revealing curves and secrets they'd only hinted at before. Vi's eyes darkened with hunger as she took in the sight of Caitlyn, her breath catching. "God, you're perfect," she whispered, leaning down to capture Caitlyn's lips in a deep, searing kiss. Their tongues met, exploring with a fervor that made Caitlyn's head s

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

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“I’m not—” “Exactly.” Simone climbed off the bed and walked to the drawer again. This time, she returned with a metal ring. “Chastity,” she said. “Your new best friend.” His eyes widened. “No—please—” She smacked his cheek. “You don’t get to say no anymore.” She locked the cage onto him, slow and brutal. He twitched inside the ring. It was snug. Too snug. Her fingers brushed his cock as she sealed the lock.

She was on her knees in the study, those big doe eyes looking up at me as she took my cock deeper into her throat. I woke up leaking precum, sheets ruined. No other woman compares. I’ve fucked a few since she left—cold, empty encounters—but they all pale. I want her innocence corrupted by me. Want to teach her how to ride a man’s face until she floods my tongue. Want to fill her womb with load after load until she’s marked as mine forever. Her nipples tightened against the lace of her bra. Elena shifted in the chair, one hand unconsciously drifting to the hem of her sundress. The silk whispered against her thighs as she read on, the journal detailing fantasies that grew darker and more posse

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

Now lost to her pleasures, Yasmine continued fucking herself, unable to contain her moans and groans. It wasn't until she was done that she realized the cou9le in the other room had stopped, and she could only hear the whispers coming from their room. “I think she's alone and having sex with just herself!” Yasmine's eyes widened in horror. Had she just been caught masturbating?! Author's Note: The F1 series will continue soon, guys. I just wanted to toss this in. Apologies for the long wait. Thank you for reading.

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The Coven’s caress stretched on, their hands and mouths relentless, the manor a temple of our shared lust, the night a blur of ecstasy as they claimed me fully. Chapter Three – Coven’s Communion The manor’s chamber transformed into a haven of shadows and silk as the night wore on, the candles burning low, their wax dripping onto the velvet-draped platform where we lay entwined. My body was a canvas of their desire—bruises on my hips and thighs, bite marks on my breasts, cum and sweat coating my skin—yet the hunger within me raged, a primal need fueled by the Coven’s unrelenting passion. The women loomed over me, their breaths heavy, pussies glistening with arousal, eyes locked on mine with a

She whined and tried to fuck herself on it. “Please Nate… faster. I need to cum.” “Not yet,” I said. I read a chat comment out loud like it was mine. “They say you sound like a desperate little whore. Beg nicely my little whore.” Chrissy’s face got red under the blindfold. “I’m your desperate whore! Please let me cum on it… my pussy hurts from waiting.” More tips rolled in. The super Tipper dropped another $300. “Choke her a little while you edge.”